Western cyclone., 1887-07-01
THE MASTERS LAST TRIP.

dav. The sun sh0ne, bees buZzcd and few |,
hither and thther, white and pink apple |
blossoms unfolded their dainty cups to- |
ward the blue sky, the green grass was |
studded with golden dandclions, While |
over all and everywhere 4 soft, sweet |
drowsincss seemed to lurk and hide. 1t !
was May in Woody Hollow, and down il
a knot Of soft NAPLES and green oak trees, !
Just on the edge Of the purlin9 creek, I.
nestled the tiny sclOOl-hOusc OF tins thrifty
farming community. Doors ana windows
were all wide open, and the morning sun
shine crcpt softly in upon the long wooden
benches ranged about the room. Wake !
up thercl Wake up there, laggards; the
morning passes swiftly" whcczeu the o!d
schoolmastcr, rapping loudly on his desk,
and casting reproachful eyes toward the
little Dutch faced clock, whose hands were
pointing to the hour Of 10. A score OF
girls and boys, droning over do%-carcd
books, made various cndeaVOrs TO break
from The lcthargic spell. Brown fists
were brought into hurried contact with
browner eyes, soft white hands were
plunged desperately into dimplcd checks,
and heads Of every color bent closer
to the mornings task But soon the
busy hum grew flint, pencils slipped
from some unconscious fingers, and every
now and then q pretty, round mouth dis
figured itself into an undisguised yaWn.
1t was certainly sleepy morning, for by
and by even Herr Won Vlummcr yielded
to the infection, and nodded gently 10 the
chair. Softly the graylashCd eye lids
dropped, and rested upon his wrInkled
checks, and anon, arose sound, most
suggestive Of sn0re. Her Won Nlummcr
was asleep. Little Reuben Gretze opened
wide his round blue eyes, and stood up III
tie tips of his great tbUWed slippers, IN
order TO perceive this startling taCt more
clearly. Never before had this vigilant
master been known to fail III his duty.
The hands Of the clock now squurcly in-
dcatcd l0:3O, tile usual hour for recess,
and Reuben, softly gliding TO the teachers
knee, touched lightly the old blue, brass
buttoned coat before him.
"Well, Sir" thundercd Herr Won Vlum-
mcr, 'what brings you hcre2 Who gave
you permission .p cOmc?'
mo one, thir% stammcrcd the child,
amazed al the sudden awakening Of the
master; tits rethCss time, and you wath
asleep" Won Nlummer passed his hand
ICIUSS his E1I6 ilIlNl lOSC 1LQ4 LlcAii1 " lAlo
feet. "To Shut the eyes, TO think softly TO
ones self. is good" said he sternIy, "but
10 sleep in the early morning! Nh, who
could do it but a sluggard"
Il heard you athnoring thir, protested
Reuben gazing down at the silver buckles
at bis knees. An audible litter ran through
the little room and HoatCd out of the Win
dOws on the soft air. Every pupil was
fully awake 10 the fact that Reuben had
placed himself in most trying position.
'No recess today" cried Van Nlum,
mer, purple with suppressed rage at tie
double al1ront; "every scholar TO his book.
and 4 trip up the Hudson before the day
is done.
Young Gretzcl, with tear blended eyes
and heart filled with rebellion against 4
cruel injustice, walked slowly back to the
end Of the long bench, and sitting dow Il
gazed reproachfully at the mas cr, who
was striding angrily back and forth across
tho narrow platform. The sunshine
seemed Ill to have crcpt away, and the
little Dutch clock was ticking very loudly.
''Get ready. Get ready for trip up the
Hudson, it seemed to say, as plainly 4,
any tongue could tell it. Then the quaint
round face began to leer upon him. with ;
tiendish smile. and the long black hands
TO take upon themselves the semblcncC OI
fingers of sc0rn. Il heard him snoring
100, whispered Dorothy Specdwcll, peep
ing shyly at Reuben from
behind her rcd curls, and thel
she wrote upon her slat
hurriedly, in stiff, old-fashioned letters
Should he beat you black and blue.
know what you have said is true" Shyl,
Reuben Slid along the smooth bench, quit
close 10 the little maiden, and rested Ii:
blue eyes upon the COnSOEng words
Dorothy was Very pretty, with a charming
diimplc in her chin, and soft, limpid, gra
eyes. suggestive of autumn twilight
Young GrcNcl took the pencil from he
dainty fingers. and added. quite boldly,
line 10 tile sympathetic rhyme, IF 20
love me, why, Ill love YOU" But Dorothy
being timid, was alarmed by this dashin
gullantry, ana quickly rctrcatcl tONar
the end Of the long bench whcrcon I'll
girls were seated Herr Won Nlummur ui
missed the last class IN numbers, an
noted that the noon hour had come II
felt very tired and old rs hc passed h
trembling hands through his scunty era
locks and vaguely wondered ii he hI
strength to administer justice TO the rCcr
ant Of the morning. walk tOrWar
young Reuben cried the master. after
moment Of deep reelection. Come 10
ward sir. and rctract' 'RCtraCt what
inquired the boy. rs he stood before Il
desk, with flushed checks. Your sta,
ment Of this morning. my lad. "
it you or | who slrptg" 'lt
thir. and / awakened YOU" pin
heuhen. ia L very surlll nliIc yCSc
clcnchng his small fists as he spoke. "a
Ia! Then II i my turn 10 wakcn YOU
said the master sc!z!ng his long fcrru
and drawing The trembling child aero
his knee. Now we arc ready 10 20
steamer up tic Hudson. and stop at eve
town upon the way New York
shouted tic scholars like m orchestra b
hind the scenes. "Whackm fell therul,
Ike q clash Of bayoncts "Pouchkce
sleF chorused the pupils. Bang" NC
The furruc incXorablc as fate .'Kju
stonr'. "Whizz" "CatskilI The
strument of Justice suddDnIv nnnsnl ~,